Post by Romania on Mar 31, 2011 12:24:34 GMT -6
1945
How could everything had ended up so wrong, so horribly wrong? She had wanted to be neutral in this war, just as she had wanted in the other one, but like every time, her hand had been pushed to join the war. Ludwig had promised to protect her from Ivan, to help her fight against him and keep him from invading her completely. It had worked for some time and she had even managed to push Russian troops out of some of her boarder towns. It had seemed that everything had been going well, until Antonescu began to exterminate her own people. The pain she felt from her Jews being killed, as well as the Romma people was unbearable but there was nothing that she could have done to go against him, he was her boss. Her days were spent mostly in her room, staring at a wall as she felt the people dying, a pain flowing through her stomach every time it happened, there were times when there was relief, but she still could feel an almost haunting pain at those times, as if she could not get them out of her head.
A coup was staged by King Michael and Antonescu was overthrown. As soon as he regained the throne, King Michael switched the side that Romania was on, joining the allies, though this may have not been the best thing to do. It ended the occupation of Romania from the Germans, but when there was no signed armistice Russian forces continued to advance. She felt as if she had been thrown to the dogs by her King, instead of saved by him.
When the Armistice had finally been sighed with the terms dictated almost completely by Russia's boss, the coup was seen as an unconditional surrender by Romania to the Allies. Because of the agreement, she was one again being controlled by Russia, but she was also subjected to the Allied Control Commission. Once again, she found herself in Ivan's house, against her will.
Dacina shivered as she sat in the bedroom that had been given to her. The house was large, it had to be with all the newly acquired territories that Ivan had gotten out of the war. She wasn't the only one to be taken, but because she had fought against Russia, countless times actually, there were more troops in her home country and she felt as if she was watched no matter where she went in this large house.
She stood, her arms wrapping around her upper body as she wondered if moving would help blood flow to her limbs and keep her warm. The dress she wore felt as if it was made of the cheapest linen possible, not suited for this kind of weather and the room she had been given was drafty because of how big the house was. She found herself wishing she had a fireplace in this room, to start a fire to at least to have some source of heat.
Walking back to the bed, she grabbed a throw off of a chair and wrapped it around her shoulders, holding it firmly against her before she moved to the door. She found herself not wanting to go through the door, not wanting to run into Ivan in this large house, but she couldn't stay cooped up in this room either, she'd go stir crazy.
Reaching her decision, she opened the door and slipped out, shutting it behind her. There was only one territory she felt sorry for, or even wished to try and help at this moment and that was Prussia. She didn't know why Russia had been so intent on getting him, perhaps it was more wanting more and more territory that could be placed under communist control and become 'one' with him. Either way, the things that she heard he did to him, the things she had seen upon Prussia's body, it worried her, perhaps it worried her more because of how protect Germany was over his brother.
A cold wind caused her to pull the throw closer around her body and she cursed softly as she felt the cold touch her skin. She wondered how America could have allowed such a thing to happen to others, he was so against communism and so into preaching democracy, how could he have let Russia take control of other countries. She found herself chuckling mirthlessly, of course she knew the answer, all the other countries put themselves before anyone else, that was all they cared about. Even the great America couldn't escape that.[/ul]